Dreama you will pay for being late and causing me such embarrassing. Why are you not returned from getting ready yet? You better get here soon or else!

 

A few trumpets sounded and Marcus stood. Throughout the hall, there had been loud chatter and merry laughter but as Marcus stood the room quieted.

 

Silence spread throughout the chamber. Many had noticed the chair to the Master’s right was still empty. The seat to his left too was empty and everyone was curious as to why. Marcus had never started the ceremony until Dreama had arrived at least. But Marcus stood anyway and so everyone was silent.

 

“As tradition states, before the feast can begin, we will first recite the Ancient Prophecy in the dialect of our ancient language. Then in our native English tongue so those who are to be initiated will understand better.”

 

His voice carried and the hall stayed silent. The people sat patiently waiting for the next words he spoke by their Master.

 

Marcus took a deep breath and began to recite the prophesy in the ancient dialect of the dark angel.

 

“Foripaté comana tetim Portotan Seltatí apertuntí competia Timena forica dormia,” Marcus’ voice was strong and held within it authority. He continued after this brief pause.” Seltatí apertuntí mormatí Bridealo terriona Prepepína Mastinat deemfame,”

 

All was silent as the Master’s words sank into all those into the room. Many had been discovering the tyranny and treachery that the Master had recently been enforced. As they listened most, if not all, began to realize that their Master could just be the tyrant that he himself spoke of without his own knowledge.

 

The Master continued, “Doomfame Anchiati biutó comana fimallitaí sehapa copé creana ata himadi nigatima,” The silence was now deafening. Many felt hope bubbling as they thought of seeing the sun and not fearing it. “Ata amm prenolo entu putemíe Seltatí mitago.”

 

Master Marcus ended in a ringing voice. Heard though there were new murmurs of joy. The people then settled again as Marcus gestured with his hands for silence.

 

“Now I will to you in English.”

 

He again took another began,“ For the time will come when he shall rise that will save us from this dark time. A savior shall rise with a mortal bride at his side. They shall overthrow the tyranny of the Master. Bringing down his anarchy,” Marcus paused for a brief breath but before anyone could cutter even a sound, he began again,” The sunlight shall finally be seen by those who creep and hide by night. And all shall begin a new in this Savior’s might.”

 

Marcus let the silence over take the hall, being finished with his speech. He then said in a ringing voice for al to hear.

 

“And still the Savior, out chosen one, has not arrived.”

 

~

 

A battle waged an below those who listened to Marcus’ declaiming, unbeknownst to all. Damien and Dreama locked in blades and fought to kill once again. Their swords slashed together so bad and frequently with their strength that the swords were merely blurs and as they met, flashes of sparks flew.

 

“You won’t beat me!” Dreama yelled.

 

“You underestimate me Dreama! I will not lose and I will save Pheona!”

 

“Over me and my father’s dead bodies!”

 

“So be it!”

 

They fought throughout the speech presented to those above them. As Marcus began the prophesy in English translation, the battle began to wind down to its end. Each Damien and Dreama took many blows and were both heavily wounded. They each knew the battle was closing.

 

“Any final words?” Dreama asked.

 

“Yes, why can I smell you fear? I’ve been able to smell it for the longest. Since we first started fighting actually. Why fear me? You said you would kill mw but you fear me. You must have some reason.”

 

Dreama thought for a second before answering his questions. She then responded,” Damien, father doted on you. He loved to say that you were very powerful and with training your powers would only get better and increase. Your powers have always been enormous and your abilities were has always been better than any other dark angel. I fear that even with my training and without yours, you are still adequate enough to beat me. If you do beat me, I have a question. Why are you fighting so badly for her?”

 

“Because she’s the only creature on this Earth that I have ever truly cared enough about to let go. She is the only person that has ever wanted to stay with me, ever with my temper and my bad talking. She still wanted to stay with me, even though I was going to let her die. She loves me and I need her. My fate was a lover and now I know why. I have a greater pomposity than even I thought to love her. I want to be with her no matter what now and you won’t stop me. Once I’m done, I’ll hand your body to Marcus and he will be next to feel my blade.”

 

A they spoke, the battle raged on and at Damien’s final words they were so close their noses almost touched. He thrust the first sword upward through Dreama’s gut and a look of shock passed over Dreama’s face as the sword pierced her though. He then his shoved the other sword deep into her chest. She dropped to her knees as Damien twisted the blades, thrusting them further into Dreama’s dying body. He watched as the ‘life force’ that held her there drained and she was defeated.

 

~

 

This prophesy is too weird. A mortal bride and a savior. The Master’s downfall and the governments takedown. What the hell!

 

All while these events were taking place, Pheona lay motionless, quietly gagged. She was listening intently and was still contemplating everything Marcus and said when something dawned on her.

 

I have to think that this prophecy is stupid but at the same time I think I may be caught in the middle of it. If it’s time, Damien is the savior, Marcus is the tyrant, and I must be the mortal bride! But what happens after he defeats Marcus? Will he still want me?

 

The little voice in the back of her mind, the strong one that was convinced of Damien’s love for her said,” Of course he will! He loves you, so why wouldn’t he want you?!” That other in her head, evil little voice asked,” Why?! He’s a vampire, he could probably have anyone or thing he wanted, especially if he kills Marcus.” “SHUT UP!” yelled the first little voice that had spoken.

 

Just then her thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from outside of the Great Hall.

 

~

 

The commotion outside the Hall made everyone in the great chamber to freeze. The noise was suddenly quieted and the doors were flung open. Damien stood with Dreama’s limp body over his left shoulder.

 

He walked up to the great table set at the back of the hall, no one daring to stop him. No thoughts traveled through the minds of the on lookers as they watched his approach. No one made a move to stop him as he walked up the center of the table and Marcus.

 

“Your Daughter,” Damien remarked,” She fought hard but knew her death was imminent.”

 

He then picked Pheona up and placed Dreama’s corpse in her place.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Pheona nodded and leaned closer to Pheona. He then began to untie her but was cut short by a cry of rage that issued form Marcus.

 

“How dare you come in here and act as if you have not committed treason by slaughtering my daughter!”

 

As his daughter had, so he did as well. Marcus launched himself at Damien in battle. Damien quickly sat Pheona down and began again another battle.

 

“You son of a b****!” Marcus’ rage was controlling him. If he had been level headed he would have been much stronger. He let his anger fight got him instead of his skill.

 

Damien was strong and skilled enough to fight Marcus without worry. He fought with precision and accuracy. Every stab and thrust of his sword was planned for the exact moment he needed it.

 

The battle was short and simple. While Dreama and Damien’s battle lasted for more than an hour, the battle between Damien and Marcus lasted only ten minutes. Through this ten minute period, Marcus was wounded fatally many times. The final blow came as Marcus staggered. Damien bought his sword down through the air, slicing through it. The sword hit the ground with a loud clatter and Marcus’ head also came down but with a dull thunk.

 

The hall had been silent since the moment Damien had entered in but now everyone present began to stir as the realization of what had just happened. Then cries could be heard throughout the hall.

 

“The savior has come!” A mans voice sounded.

 

“She must be his mortal bride!” yelled another and those at the table began to help Pheona out of the bonds that held her. She thanked those around her and then cried out.

 

“Damien!”

 

He turned on the spot and walked slowly over to her. She met him and gently began to look him over.

 

“Oh, Damien. Are you seriously hurt? Goodness, you have some many scratches and cuts!”

 

“I’m fine. Are you alright? Did he hurt you at all?”

 

“No.” she answered slowly as she looked up into his eyes.

 

“Why did you answer like that?” Damien looked a little worried.

 

“No reason. Thank you Damien.”

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing. I was just looking in your eyes and noticed something.”

 

“What?” Damien sounded kind of worried and started to step back.

 

“Your eyes have changed. They are usually this wonderful dark grey color or a deep red. Now they are so bright. You have silver eyes now.” Pheona looked up again and placed her hand on his cheek.

 

“Oh, is that all; I thought it was something else, worse.”

 

The commotion had seemed to dull as they spoke but as they came out of their daze, they could now make out noise.

 

“Damien is the savior!”

 

“All hail Damien, the rightful ruler!”

 

“Don’t forget his mortal!”

 

“All hail the new rulers of the Dark Angels!”

 

Damien and Pheona looked at one another and frowned. Rules of the Dark Angels, how is that going to work?

 

“Hold on! Hold on!” A voice sounded, the voice was clear and crisp, all the there looked around and found their eyes fall to the old fortune telling crone. “Damien. Pheona. I was wondering, why you took so long. Damien its been centuries. But I guess you had to take your time. Your Pheona did take a while herself. Although, if you had quested, like you were supposed to, you would have found her soon. Anyway, I’m not her to scold, but to settle some things. For one thing to see if you want to inaugurated as the ruler of the Dark Angels. There are also some questions I have to ask you. What shall happen to Pheona? She is mortal, you may not be able to hold yourself back if her blood calls out to you, as I’m sure it does.”

 

Damien was silent as he thought. He looked from crone to Pheona to all those around the chamber.

 

“I accept that I will be ruler with Pheona at my side as my wife. Before I’m inaugurated, I want us married. But it is Pheona’s choice whether or not she will become a Dark Angel. That is if she will first allow me to be her husband. What do you think Pheona?”

 

“I want to be your wife for sure,” more quietly, so she hoped only Damien would hear her, although it wasn’t like with a room full of vampires,” Do you remember what I said before Dreama captured us?”

 

“Yes,” he answered.

 

“Well, I meant it and I want you to change me, so we can always be together.”

 

“As you wish Pheona. Although I don’t know why we’re whispering, they can still hear us.”

 

“I was afraid of that.” she said.

 

Alright then, it is settled. The wedding will be in a week and the inauguration the day after,” cried the crone. And everyone rejoiced.

 

~

 

Finally the prophesy has been fulfilled and the tomorrow is full of new promise. The sun has risen and the future will only get better from here.